I am from people who hid behind a door.

Who can go on, but I don’t go farther.

Who can tell the truth, but waiting silently only.

Who left all ideals and don’t believe at all.

My soul cries without any sound.

I’ve sung a song but it hasn’t sounded at all.

I tired to sing and I can’t start all over again.

I can’t do any first my step and can’t go on.

I am from people whose brain lives by only past.

I am a man whose voice is deaf and because –

My voice doesn’t call to bright mountings.

I am kind but I never did any good for anybody.

I am – weak bird but it’s too heavily to fly for me.

I am from crew – who has a poorest breath in front of a death.

And it’s very difficult to sing about this

But I am singing still – it’s somebody will heard of my sing…